You who I had loved
So passionately, have gone.
You left a piece here.

And you took a piece
With you, to hold in the dark
When demons creep ’round.

The piece you left me
Is a memory, held dear.
My demon was you.

But demons need dark.
I turn on the light, and watch
You become a man.

Written by Deborah E. Dayen

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